I tell the wind to love me

 

Ant crawls by alone looking for something

The light is not that impressed with the winter

The rooms all look dark and misunderstood

Deterioration is the new decoration

The rain is a joint effort I never see a rain drop alone

Coffee cold sugar sweet smokes are smoking me

Low riding clouds not a blue sky in sight

Fresh smell of what still has to be cooked

I am supposed to be editing my book

The rain is a joint effort I never see a rain drop alone

Words are thoughts finding their avenue of expression

Thinking is the soul trying to imagine what it can do

I tell the wind to love me for I have the thought and the words

And the imagination to make it feel as true as I want too

The rain is a joint effort I never see a rain drop alone

Go and cook the food go and hang out the washing

Go and have a shower go and light the fire

Doing is the opposite of thinking but they are still twins

Saying is the opposite of being so off to work I go

The rain is a joint effort I never see a rain drop alone.

TraceyTawhiao(c)2009